Sunday, June 28, 2015

What a dazzling launch it was in Mumbai !Amitav Ghosh was an absolute delight! ************** 19th June
2015

L’Affaire
Lalit Modi: Theatre of the Absurd.

“It’s war!”
declared the man du jour via a tweet. And several very powerful people ducked.
It was too late by then. Those who ran for cover, found there was no place to
hide. The bombardment was underway...while
the peace of the azure Adriatic Sea was temporarily shattered, as India’s best
travelled ‘fugitive’ began his ‘mahayudh’ on frenemies, enemies, family friends
and randoms. Wow! India woke up to various hues of international notices – red,
blue, even light blue. All sorts of conspiracy theories got recklessly tossed
around as Lalit Modi kept up the fusillade, making sure he didn’t skip a single
name from his little black book.

I clearly
remembered our solitary meeting from way back when. It took place years ago,
much before Lalit had bestowed some very fancy titles on himself ( Czar,
Commissioner, God... being just a few!). The meeting took place at my
residence. The quaking intermediary was distraught. He whispered, “.....
but.... but ... but... Mr. Lalit Modi doesn’t go to meet anybody. People come
to meet him.” I was a bit surprised – errr... it was he who wanted to meet me
with a proposal to write scripts for television. I didn’t particularly want to
meet him. A well- connected business lady had set this up and told me grandly,
“He really wants you on board. He has lots of money... just name your price.”
As things turned out, the meeting was a total flop. He turned up huffing and
puffing, made me an offer I didn’t find at all difficult to refuse, and that
was that. No hard feelings.

Cut to a
couple of years ago. His extraordinary life on the run, was worth documenting.
I got his London number and phoned him with my own proposal this time – I wanted him to write a tell all book. He was
voluble and candid. And ready to do it. We did a few con calls... but things just petered out. During those calls,
Lalit was feisty, furious and out there -
he had his facts and figures. And most importantly, he was ready to name
names. Our lawyers had to take a call – and they did. It was felt Lalit’s book
- a real hot potato – would be too hot to handle. The prospect of battling
several law suits discouraged the team from taking this any further.

“Bring it
on...” tweeted Lalit Modi earlier this week. And did he bring it on! Brash,
brazen, brainy. This daredevil of a man
is a force of nature, as several victims are reckoning, while they hastily consult top legal wizards,
hoping to save their own skins. Lalit has done the unpardonable in such circles
– he has ratted on bffs - openly named people. Howcome? Did he not think of the
grave repercussions? Is this man a nut job? I don’t think so. Today’s Lalit Modi is a man with nothing to
lose. Not even personal honour. In such a scenario, what option does he have?
Keep quiet? Why? Fight back? Why not? Take a look at his high profile targets.
At some stage, these were the very people he was in bed with ( figuratively
speaking, okay?).Everybody was happy with the arrangement. Everybody made
money. Lots and lots of money. So ? Everybody is still making money. Perhaps,
even more money! If Lalit Modi is being
referred to as the Robert Vadra of the BJP, how off the mark is that tag?

How about
another angle to this sordid saga? What if it is Lalit Modi who is being used?
Think of him as the victim and not the villain. I know... it’s like asking
audiences to feel sympathetic towards Gabbar Singh or Mogambo. These are our
society’s stereotypes. We refuse to break moulds. But, hey – if Lalit is a
blackguard, what about the rest? If he is being called a crook – what should we
call the others? Yup. Those shameless
looters? The very people going hoarse, condemning the guy from various
platforms? A peep into their cupboards would reveal countless skeletons. We are
talking about Lalit’s Rs.1700 crore
‘fraud’. For some of those ministers, ex-ministers, cricket administrators
baying for his blood, that’s play money! At least one heavyweight mantriji
probably makes more than that amount in half-a-day! Granting favours is a fine
art which comes with an astronomical price tag. It’s not just Sushama Swaraj. “Indian helping
Indian” has many connotations and interpretations ! So many netas have bent and
twisted the rules on ‘humanitarian grounds’. What’s different now? It’s all
about convenience and timing. ‘Lalitgate’
is a pretty stale story which has been lying around for close to five years.
Nobody bothered to pick it up. All of a sudden, it is being projected as the biggest
expose ever? Absurd!

The average
citizen really doesn’t give a damn whether Lalit Modi continues to lead a
hedonistic life partying his socks off in Havana, Ibiza, Venice... wherever. Nobody
cares whether he is a playboy, liar, cheat, absconder, madman. There are far
bigger issues to worry about. Let him turn those knives and nail a few more
culprits back home. We need such diversions from time to time, to distract us
from the real issues. Whether Sushama stays or goes, whether Vasundhara Raje
resigns or doesn’t, neither decision is likely to impact the dismal lives of
the majority? Frankly, kuch nahi hoga. Both ladies will stay. And a few earnest citizens will shake their heads
and say, “Very bad, very bad... these people must be punished... the country is
going to the dogs...” Citizens have been singing the same song for decades. Has
anything changed? Naah.

Sorry, Prime Minister Narendra Modi - Log khaaengey bhi, or khila yengey bhi. This
is how it works in our Bharat Mahaan.

But since we
always look for a foreign hand behind all that goes wrong in India...and since
we need phirangi scapegoats whenever there’s a huge scam in our backyard, let’s
blame Murdoch for this mess and be done.

As for me,
it’s International Yoga Day today. I will be doing my bit and performing the
very challenging and complicated shavasan – the corpse pose .

Phew! What a
lot of unnecessary dramabaazi week this has seen! Look at the multistar cast – the main players, the
cameos, the side kicks, the comedians, the villains, the amazing twists and
turns. A more action packed script would be hard to find. This is the real
thing. The ultimate blockbuster. “Hum Aapke Hain Kaun – Part 2.” If only the
lead actors had been better looking!

At the time
of writing, there are leaks and tip- offs rolling in by the minute even as I
key this column. Lalit Modi,our very own desi Whistleblower or Julian Assange
with a darker mop of hair, is sitting pretty in London / Ibiza/ Rio/ Mykonos/
Venice and tweeting away. It is being said a smart publisher wants to bring out
a quickie with just the emoticons in those countless tweets. Lalit Modi today,
is dominating mind and media space and
scaring the daylights out of anybody who has ever been within a 5 kilometre
radius of the former Czar of the IPL. The man’s meticulously kept records of
every encounter, phone call, email exchange ... just about any form of
communication, are so staggering, it’s no wonder so many people are diving for
cover. It’s quite comical. Some say they met him for fifteen minutes. Others
call him a ‘brother’ to his face and later deny knowing the man. But, in
today’s times, there really is no place to hide! Lalit knows it. His targets
know it, too.

Is this the
way to treat friends? Singed victims are asking. Errr – yes! If, by ‘friends’
you mean those who were around smelling money, opportunities, fun times, while
the going was good. If they now accuse Lalit Modi of ‘betraying’ them, nobody
is interested in their collective whingeing. This is how it goes when the
stakes are as high and the end-game , as dangerous. Those badly hit by Modi’s
startling revelations, also know they have zero cover left. Lalit has pretty
much stripped the lot naked. It’s possible he is hanging on to more dirt and may
unleash the final instalment at the right time. Political Pundits are holding
their breaths and wondering when that time will come. For if there is
still some lethal material left in
Lalit’s armoury, it can only be a
devastating political nuke that will take down everybody. That includes the government
in power.

Swaraj and
Raje can relax. Lalit Modi has done his
worst and they have survived. So far, Rajnath Singh is the only BJP bloke to
have astutely handled a maha dhamaka capable of blowing up in several prominent
faces. As any shrewd politician knows, the trick is to buy time and wait for
the storm to blow over. Raje is sitting tight, as she can well afford to. She
is far from dispensable. If she is coerced into stepping down, there will be an
open revolt in Rajasthan, where she is worshipped by people, who willingly
acknowledge the good work she has done for the State. If she stays, that will
be a tough one for Narendra Modi to ‘manage’ – it will prove what his critics
are saying – he is soft on corruption within his own party.

Whichever
way this pans out, citizens are justifiably disgusted. This is not what they
had voted for. Cleverly enough, Lalit Modi has both parties in the same corner.
He has enough dirt to dish out on all leaders - Congress, NCP and of course,
the BJP. He also has Sushma and Raje on the backfoot. With so many walking
wounded around, who the hell is running the government? Let me take a guess –
no one??? It is on auto pilot, running itself, with the Babus rejoicing and
gloating, now that the reins are back in their hands.

Take Lalit and his target practice out of the
picture, and the story is still bad. Smriti Irani is back in the dock , forced
to clarify a ‘typographical ‘ error about her educational degree. And there is
Pankaja Munde in Maharashtra battling charges of corruption over the
sanctioning of contracts. Ms. Munde is either super efficient at clearing government tenders amounting to
208crores in under 10 minutes, or...
or... your guess is as good as mine. Maharashtra mantris, have been notorious
and brazenly corrupt for years. But Ms. Munde’s indiscretion is being cited as
a huge black mark against a government that constantly boasts in self righteous
terms about its policy of zero tolerance for corrupt
practices. Going by the snow balling of charges against four prominent women
from the party, this appears not just hypocritical but paradoxical .

In such a
volatile and highly combustible environment, it’s hard to predict anybody’s next
move. But one thing is for sure – whatever that next move is, it has to be Narendra Modi’s. He cannot
afford to hide behind studied silence.
Citizens waited patiently for him to finish demonstrating his prowess at Yoga asanas. People also
considerately gave Sushma Swaraj enough time to recover from her jet lag and
say something about the controversy. Anger is bound to build up, if the top
leadership continues to be evasive. Arun Jaitley jauntily declares nobody in
the party is ‘tainted’ . Achchaaaa???? Unless , of course, Sushma indulges in
the oldest political trick in the book – and is rushed to hospital for some
unnamed medical condition. By the time she emerges, this will no longer qualify
as ‘breaking news’. And as we well know, it’s no news unless it is breaking.

This means
it will be business as usual for all the main players – Lalit Modi included.
There is just one thing for the Prime Minister to do at this tricky point : Get
Lalit Modi back to India. Period.

The truth
may surprise us all.

*************

Mumbai
Mirror 26thJune2015

Damsels in Distress....?
Hardly!

Who would
have imagined that four of the country’s
most influential,dynamic, powerful, attractive and intelligent women in
politics would be facing such an embarrassing situation today? There they are –
like a gallery of roguettes – putting on
a brave face, but not quite coming clean about the charges against them. In feudal India, royalty is still royalty, so
one can understand the imperious disdain on display, as Vasundhara Raje does not deign to respond to questions posed
by ordinary mortals, and goes about her business like nothing has happened, her
royal brow enviably un-creased. Wow! That takes a lot of ... how shall I put it
delicately – impunity? At the time of writing, the popular Chief Minister of
Rajasthan was still on her throne, daring anybody – even Amit Shah – to
dislodge her. Such is Raje’s super confidence. And such is her faith in her
loyal subjects ( can’t call them mere MLAs, can we?).

Sushma
Swaraj is amazing. Yes, she may be an amazing law breaker, too. But that’s for
the authorities to decide. Given a job she didn’t particularly want, working
for a leader she doesn’t particularly like, Sushma has done very well for
herself, hopping from country to country, offering firm ‘manly’ handshakes to
world leaders, matching her hand- picked silk sarees with those peculiar desexed
jackets, bright red sindhoor blazing its own trail in the parting of her hair.
Ever since she came back to the motherland after the Lalit Modi scandal broke,
Sushma has taken to hiding behind huge, wrap around sunglasses. Perhaps the
media glare is getting to her.

Smriti Irani
is dealing with a ‘typographical’ error, in her typical style. First, it was
amnesia about her college degrees, and now the confusion has been cleared – it
was only a careless typo all this fuss is about, as distinct from Tomar’s
forged certificates. Her body language has not changed this week. Though her
stride is far brisker as she dodges the press, and rushes to Parliament,
without bothering to make eye contact. The fact that a Delhi court has taken cognizance of a complaint filed against her, has obviously
not dented her self-esteem. She wants the country to know she is a lady on a
mission to save some of our most prestigious educational institutions, and
introduce Yoga in schools etc etc. Teacher’s pets have all the advantages.

Pankaja
Munde’s story is different. She is young, brash and possibly in a tearing hurry to establish her political
credentials. Here’s a greenhorn politician who had staked her claim to be
anointed the Chief Minister of India’s premier stake – Maharashtra – on the
basis of heaven knows what qualifications. Had it not been for internal bickering,
the job would have been hers for the asking. You know what softies we are when
it comes to casting a sympathy vote. Despite being an absolute novice, Pankaja
was generously given a berth in Devendra Fadnavis’ cabinet. If you think there
are no perks attached to the Women and Child Welfare portfolio, think again.
Pankaja didn’t waste a minute before clearing purchases worth Rs.206 crores in
a single day, without inviting tenders. Business as usual? The young lady is
holidaying abroad, and will provide ‘explanations’ on her return.

In all four
cases, the ladies embroiled in various messy allegations, have put on an
impressive show of bravado, preferring to brazen it out while the dust settles.
Observers have pointed out that is one hell of a coincidence four women from
the BJP are under scrutiny all at the same time, suggesting there is a vile
conspiracy to ‘fix’ these ambitious mahilas and cut them down to size. It is
also being said that hounding these
ladies demonstrates the deep seated misogyny which dominates the party.

Women in
politics never have it easy. Look at Hillary Clinton. But this breed of desi
female leaders are not withering violets, nor are they the coy, simpering behenjis
hiding behind powerful men. These are
feisty women, who have always called the shots in their personal and
professional lives. It’s the men who
need to hide from them! And do. Which is why it’s a little disappointing to
note their deliberately passive stance while controversies rage around them.
Smriti, in particular, ought to be so secure about her special place in the
P.M. ‘s heart, she can aggressively give
it back to anybody who takes her on.
This time, she is uncharacteristically subdued.

We wish all
four of them would boldly speak up and clarify matters themselves. Why bring
Rajnath into the picture to issue character certificates? Why corner Arun
Jaitley and get a lukewarm “ Nobody is tainted’ comment out of him? Come on,
ladies. Row your own boats. Own up if you’ve transgressed. It’s so much more
honourable to do that. And if you haven’t, clarify your position, and there the
story will end. The thing is, all the charges sound pretty credible. I won’t
say, ‘Be man enough about the crisis and take it on the chin’. Instead, I will
say , ‘Be woman enough to deal with it...”

The era of
Damsels in Distress ended with Cinderella...

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NDTV Blog
34 24th
June2015

Ranveer Aala
Re, Aala...

I have been
a die hard Govinda fan for years. Can’t say the same about Ranveer. That they
are both naturals, goes without saying. But in my mind, Govinda is more like
ghar ka khaana – Govinda is comfort
food. Ranveer is a hybrid. Ranveer is Chicken Manchurian. Both men have a
brilliant sense of comic timing. Both are highly intelligent. But being
products of an entirely different era in Bollywood, it’s unlikely their career
paths will run parallel.

Govinda
liked to be referred to as the Virar ka Chhokra. This deliberate positioning
was no fluke. Virar is an outpost of Mumbai. The ‘real’ Mumbai doesn’t
recognise the existence of a suburb called Virar. Nobody boasts of being from
Virar. At the time Govinda was the big hero with several commercial
blockbusters under his broad rexine belt, his rivals were Bandra Boys – the
Pali Hill , Juhu-Khar lot, with well-connected patrons in the film industry.
They fancied themselves ( still do!). And were seen as being upmarket and posh.
Then there was Govinda – Chi Chi to friends. A podgy, unlikely hero, with a
disarming smile. Unapologetically middle
class and minus starry airs ( those came later), Govinda was hailed as the aam
janata’s hero – a basic, daal chawaal type of guy. Nobody could explain his
success. Suddenly Govinda was everywhere! He had delivered! He was a bona fide
star! His style of dancing was the rage, and the same snooty heroines who had
refused roles with him earlier, lined up eagerly to match steps with the latest
box office wonder. His dialogue delivery was referred to in reverential terms
and admirers made the lyrics of his incredibly vulgar songs, appear cool and
catchy when they were seriously offensive and ludicrous.

I met Govinda when he had already become a
bloated monster. His habitual lateness (10 hours was normal), lack of
discipline, and delusions of grandeur , had producers fuming by then. But so
long as the hits rolled in, lips stayed sealed. I had warned the enthusiastic
Stardust Annual team that even though I
was the actor’s fan, and happy to do a special shoot for the magazine, I wasn’t
willing to come to a studio or wait around at home for him to show up. As it
turned out, the photo session and
interview were fixed at my home, and a minion was assigned the job of tracking
Govinda who was shooting in the suburbs.
Two hours after the stipulated time, when there was no trace of the man,
I told them I had had enough and to pack up. Just then, there was a flurry of
excitement – Govinda was in the building! He walked in wearing a cop’s uniform
and apologised for being in costume. He must have been feeling pretty sheepish
about his lateness, for without wanting to waste more time, he started
stripping right there in my living room, as his wardrobe guy fluttered around with a fresh shirt. Minutes
later, he was ready. And that’s when the Govinda Moment took place. The editors
had thoughtfully prepared a set of questions he was supposed to ask me (“ Class
Versus Mass’’ was the rather insulting peg). Govinda stared at the sheet of
paper and promptly tore it up. He turned to me with a big grin and asked
politely, “ Shall we start?”

That’s the
essential Govinda – spontaneous, endearing and very nuts.

I don’t know
Ranveer at all. The only time I saw him was at a formal function where he was
seated across the aisle. This was just after he had signed his first film but
was not famous. His conduct was exaggerated, exhibitionistic, loud and
attention seeking. He was also ridiculously dressed. Who is this guy? People
were wondering, watching his antics. It hardly mattered. Once his first big
movie was released, nobody needed to ask that question. He had aggressively and
very quickly established himself in Bollywood. And he wasn’t going anywhere!
Well, he’s still around. And getting better with every role. His public conduct
continues to be brash, but nobody cares so long as audiences love him.

A few months
ago, he was invited to a rarefied Conclave in Delhi. He was in the company of
some top class professionals from various fields. Of course, there was a full
house for him ( he’s a big star today),
but not too many people in the audience were expecting anything more than light
Bollywood banter from the young actor. Imagine then, their shock and awe when
Ranveer came through with what was dubbed one of the most polished
presentations of the Conclave! Beyond the swagger was substance. Beyond the
sharp suit was a thinking, alert, energetic mind. In a flash – Ranveer had
transformed himself from a rakish Bollywood caricature to a polished brand
ambassador representing the Future of Bollywood.

Is he the
next Govinda? Not really. So much has changed about the movies from the time
when Govinda was thrusting his hips and shaking his booty with Bollywood
lovelies. Govinda was never given the chance to unleash the supremely sensitive
actor in him. Ranveer should learn from this and save himself from falling into
a similar trap. For that, he really needs to lose those idiotic monkey suits he
wears on the red carpet - fast!

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The Sexes 23rdJune2015

“Wear a yellow
saree tomorrow... or else!”

Yet another
story revolving around power play in the work place surfaced last fortnight.
This time it was about a female PhD student accusing her mentor/ guide of
sexual harassment. The rest of the script was pretty standard – by now, we are
all very familiar with the drill – a man in a ‘superior’ position, decides to
make a junior’s life miserable. It happens constantly – to men and women who are juniors. It’s like dogs
indulging in territorial wars by urinating on specific spots. I don’t know
what’s worse – human beings threatening to throw acid on victims to establish supremacy, or a few
harmless puddles of dog piss?

But this
particular case, is worth examining more closely since the college in question
happens to be St. Stephen’s, and the Principal himself is sounding a bit iffy.
Had Principal Valson Thampu taken action against the offender, one Satish Kumar,
Assistant Professor in the college’s chemistry department, and been more
sensitive to the complainant, perhaps one more case of gender harassment would
not have gone unpunished. Today, that molestation charge has snowballed into a
national scandal. Principal Thampu has made matters worse by saying he had
offered to change the female student’s guide, but she had refused! That puts
the onus squarely on her and makes her sound like a stereotypical manipulative woman
out to wreck her professor’s career.

Now here’s
the thing: The student says since 80% of her research had been completed, there
was little point in switching guides at such a late stage. What would any other
student in her position have done, faced with a stalker who passed lewd remarks
and made inappropriate physical contact with the victim? She states that at one
point, this deranged sounding academic threatened to pour sulphuric acid on her
if she didn’t wear a yellow saree to college! Why would any woman make up such
a story? And – hello! this doesn’t qualify
as a case of ‘sexual harassment’ to the Principal? To me it sounds like a
murder threat.

A Nobel
Laureate ( Tim Hunt ) recently lost his job after making loaded sexist remarks
about ‘pretty’ women who work in labs and distract men. There was world- wide
outrage at his clumsy ‘joke’, cracked during a scientific conference in Japan. Women
scientists mocked Hunt for his silly remarks. But at the end of that outburst,
there was also a surge of sympathy for Hunt, from men and women, who felt he
had been crucified without giving him a fair chance to respond to the strong
charges thrown at him.

The
environment today demands a high level of vigilance. Men and women working
together without sexual conflicts coming up occasionally, is, of course, the
ideal scenario. But there will always be some idiot who decides to take his
chances with a reluctant female colleague. The Assistant Professor’s case is
extreme – it involves a physical threat. To think an educated person employed
by one of India’s most prestigious colleges could attempt to bully a student
under his care in such a violent way, is shocking! It is generally illiterate
hoodlums and goondas who resort to pouring acid on women who resist their
sexual advances. This is perhaps the first time we are dealing with someone
from Kumar’s academic background issuing such a bizarre command.

Is the man
kinky? A yellow saree fetishist? Some sort of a control freak? What kind of a
family does he belong to? How have family members reacted to the scandal? If he
does indeed reside with them, how does he even look the female members of his
parivaar in the eye? Does shame come into the picture at all? It was a similar
story with Pachauri... and look what happened to that man! Disgraced across the
world, nobody gives a damn about him any more.

Satish Kumar
( who also discharged the duties of the bursar), has his whole professional
life ahead of him. So does the student. She’d feared she’d be jeopardising her
degree by going to the Delhi University’s Grievance Redressal Cell. This sordid
debacle has left two people in deep trouble. Trouble, that could have been
easily avoided had Satish Kumar behaved himself. Professors sexually harassing students is
becoming a serious menace in campuses world- wide. Tragically, most such
complaints aren’t taken seriously. And victims are asked, “But... he didn’t
actually rape you, did he? Then, what’s the big deal? Why are you ruining the
poor man’s life? Besides... are you sure you didn’t encourage him? Lead him
on?”

No matter
how a woman in these circumstances emerges from the battle , it is she who pays
the price – even for victory. Future employers say, “Good God! Isn’t she that trouble maker from St.
Stephen’s? Avoid!!” Paradoxically enough, even other women may not stand by
her. So what? So long as she stands up
for her dignity. That’s all that matters.